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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: The Manuscript (04/29/10)

TITLE: Write The Sky
By stanley Bednarz
05/03/10


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I saw the end of the world! I saw a new heaven and earth!! I saw the son, in all his GLORY. His holiness consumed me.

How do I, John, the last apostle, put this in a book?


I fell prostrate on my knees, sifting the golden sand between my fingers, afraid to open my eyes further. Heart pounding, leaping in the cavity of my chest, reminding me I was yet captive to my own flesh, on the Isle of Patmos.

"I'm not worthy, Oh Lord!"

But his Spirit poured into my broken body. His fire, like a hot tongue pressed against my spine. I pushed away the tangled vines of my hair, afraid to look again. But the sea was calm. The sunset, a silken wax upon the waters, as if this revelation now burned in me, poured from the exhausted waves like hot coals inside my soul. A fiery orange glow penetrated through the clouds, as if I could trace the place where the heavens had opened for me this vision.

Domitian, the evil Emperor thought to punish me, leaving me on this forsaken Island, as if I should be tamed like a wild dog. But I was translated above. My Lord, he preserved my weary frame for this moment. Nothing has ever held the hand of God's design, like the waves that beat upon the shore, his hand can write on a table of sand or stone. It is all his creation! I too, am his weathered instrument.

The salt of the sea widened my nostrils, and awakened a deep sigh. I shook the sand from my olive fingers. "Yes Lord, once again you will guide these trembling hands?"

I stumbled past the rocks, and saw the seagulls gathered along the shoreline, as if they watched to see what I would do. I imagined myself a silhouette of God's device, as darkness grew.

A new Word of light will pass to the churches on parchment from the Son of God, who is far greater than any one script. "A living WORD, no flickering candle in the wind. He is the light of the world."

Soon, I will feel his Spirit beating like a brass drum at the end of my fingertips, until it is finished. "Even so Lord Jesus, Come quickly."

***

"I am Alpha and Omega, the first and the last: what thou seest, write in a book, and send it unto the seven churches which are in Asia..." Revelation 1:11a (KJV)

"Amen, Lord. Let it be so."


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Beth LaBuff 05/07/10
That period of time in John's life is fascinating. I really like your thoughts and how you fleshed out his story, and especially how you mention that what was basically meant for "evil, God allowed for good." Thank you!
Jan Ackerson 05/08/10
I enjoy stream-of-consciousness pieces, and this one really sheds light on what John must have been feeling.

A few early paragraphs were perhaps a bit heavy on the metaphors, making this dangerously close to purple prose territory.

On the other hand, there's lots of great "showing, not telling" here--very well done.
angelos2 wark05/08/10

wonderful! You took me to Patmos. I felt as though I were just a few feet away from John observing His every move and thinking His thoughts.
I especially liked these two lines. "His fire like a hot tongue pressed against my spine."... "A living Word, no flickering candle in the wind." Beautiful and so expressive!
Thank you for this great piece.
Mildred Sheldon05/10/10
Absolutely beautiful. I could feel myself sitting and seeing John transported to heaven. This is what I call writing. God bless.